[At least Damon's snark is normal. It resettles him just a bit. Of course, that's also the moment Damon decides cutting him open is a good idea.
He jerks his arm back, smearing the drop of blood against his jeans.] The hell are you doing? [He knows. He's starting to get it, maybe. He's also just as desperate to push those thoughts away, to keep floundering in confusion because that, at least, is a hint safer.
The cut is forgotten in moments. He stares at Damon with a frown marring his features, uncomfortable. He shifts on the bench, wiping a new drop of blood away.] What is it?
action.
He jerks his arm back, smearing the drop of blood against his jeans.] The hell are you doing? [He knows. He's starting to get it, maybe. He's also just as desperate to push those thoughts away, to keep floundering in confusion because that, at least, is a hint safer.
The cut is forgotten in moments. He stares at Damon with a frown marring his features, uncomfortable. He shifts on the bench, wiping a new drop of blood away.] What is it?